God’s Gift

It's God's gift to the lost and needy
Rich and greedy, pulsing ragged tide
It's God's gift to all his young
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, to the cool and the certified
It's God's gift to the kings and generals
Young men in tickertape uniforms
Oh-oh-oh-oh, they come with tongues of fire
Praying for the victory
Wrap it up, take it away

It's God's gift to the armies of the world
The sheiks of the sword and the Mafioso death cord
It's God's gift to the head-hunting girls
Keepers of the final flame, hey
It's God's gift to the metal toi
To the mob to the boys of the Ninja death squad
Oh, now there's no talk back
Go, go, Ronnie, go
Detonate, blow us away

Oh, no, no, no, no, not me
Can't you understand, I said
I've had a hard day
Digging my head in the sand
I said ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I said ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

It's God gift to the opium tongues
To the spitfire sons in shooting star machines
It's God's gift to the reds to the blues
To the blacks and the whites
To the oranges and the greens
And all for nothing
All for nothing
All for nothing
All for nothing
Huh!

It's God's gift to the lost and needy
To the rich and greedy, the pulsing ragged tide
It's God's gift to all his young
To the cool and the certified
It's God's gift to the kings and generals
Young men in tickertape uniforms
They come with tongues of fire
Praying for the victory
Wrap it up, take it away
Wrap it up, take it away